Now, who are you...

Cocksucker's confession shocked even the most hardened members of the biker gang. The mere idea of someone willingly associating themselves with such a demeaning name made their blood boil in anger and disgust. Onyx, however, saw an opportunity to exploit this weakness for his own twisted purposes.

He leaned in close, eyes burning through the cowardice he detected beneath Cocksucker's fake bravado. "You call yourself that?" he growled, voice laced with barely contained menace. "Well then, you better get used to it."

With a savage grin, Onyx reached down and yanked the hapless biker close by his collar. The sudden move sent Cocksucker stumbling toward him, hands flailing in panic as he tried to regain his balance. Once Cocksucker was within reach, Onyx slammed a powerful fist into his gut, doubling him over and forcing out a pained grunt.

"You think you can just hide behind a name like that?" Onyx snarled, spit flying from his mouth to land on Cocksucker's cheek. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows who you really are. You're going to wear that name with pride... or I'll make you regret the day you were born."

Onyx thrust a booted foot out, forcing Cocksucker roughly onto his knees in front of him. He leaned forward, his hot breath tickling Cocksucker's ear as he whispered darkly, "From now on, you live for me... and die for me."

Onyx's cruel smile twisted into a grin as he responded to Cocksucker's question. "Ah, so you do understand," he purred. "Yes, that's exactly what it means. You'll become my personal cocksucker, sucking on whatever dick I choose to shove down your throat. And believe me, I will put you through the wringer. But remember this: I am your master now. Your existence is tied to mine, and as long as I allow you to breathe my air, you'll serve me faithfully."

He reached out and roughly grabbed a handful of Cocksucker's hair, pulling his head back until he could stare deep into his terrified eyes. "You belong to me," Onyx growled. "From this moment on, there is no escape from my control." His grip tightened on the helpless biker's hair, relishing the feel of power and dominance as he forced Cocksucker to look up at him.

"And when I'm done with you?" Onyx asked softly, voice dripping with malevolence. "When you've served your purpose as my personal cocksucker? Well then, perhaps I'll let the others take a turn... or maybe I'll just end it all for you right here and now."

His words hung in the air like a death sentence, the implied threat of violence enough to leave Cocksucker shaking with fear. Onyx felt a dark satisfaction at seeing the biker cower beneath his command, knowing that he had reduced him to nothing more than a pathetic plaything. He let go of Cocksucker's hair, pushing him back roughly so he landed on all fours.

"Get

His lip curled into a sneer as he watched Cocksucker struggle to rise to his knees, his body trembling with fear and shame. He seemed almost eager to please Onyx now, willing to do anything to earn back some shred of dignity after having been exposed as nothing more than a pathetic cocksucker.

"That's better," he purred, the sound of amusement in his voice making Cocksucker shudder. "Now open wide." He thrust his groin forward, his leather-clad crotch practically slapping Cocksucker in the face as he released a choked laugh. The other bikers surrounding them exchanged confused glances and muttered among themselves, their surprise evident on their faces as they watched this display unfold.

"Come on," Onyx growled, "show me how well you can suck cock." His words were like a taunt, a challenge to Cocksucker's very existence. In response, the cowering biker opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue, offering himself up as if he truly believed that this was what Onyx wanted.

And it was at this moment of utter humiliation and submission that Onyx felt a surge of triumph. He was in control now; he could shape Cocksucker's fate however he wished. The helpless biker was nothing more than a toy, an object to be used and discarded at will.

As the other bikers watched in stunned silence, Onyx pushed his hips forward, guiding his engorged member towards Cocksucker's waiting mouth. The sensation of power coursed through him as he felt his length slide past Cocksucker's lips and into his hot, eager throat.

The feel of Cocksucker's throat wrapping around his length sent a shiver of pleasure through him. With each thrust, he felt the hot wetness envelop him, and with it came an intoxicating sense of dominance. His grip tightened on the biker's hair, holding him in place as he fucked his face, using his mouth as if it were a cock-hole designed for nothing but this purpose.

As Cocksucker continued to service him, Onyx's control over the situation became even more complete. His groans of pleasure echoed in the enclosed space, mingling with the wet slapping sounds of skin on flesh and the helpless whimpers emanating from his submissive partner.

The other bikers watched in silence, their expressions a mix of horror and fascination as they witnessed this twisted display of dominance and submission. Some looked away, uncomfortable with what they were seeing; others couldn't tear their gazes from the spectacle unfolding before them.

For Onyx, however, this was nothing more than a manifestation of his power. He reveled in the feeling of control, the knowledge that he could reduce another biker to such a base and degrading existence simply by asserting himself. And as Cocksucker continued to service him with eager abandon, Onyx's dominance only grew stronger, his control more absolute.

The suggestion was met with a cold, derisive laugh from Onyx. He paused in his thrusting, looking down at the other bikers with an expression of mock surprise. "Is that right?" he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And here I thought you lot only cared about your precious machines."

He resumed his movements, his hips snapping faster as he took Cocksucker deeper into his throat. As he thrust, he glanced around the group, studying their expressions. He could see confusion in some of their eyes, anger and betrayal in others. But he was used to this; it only made him stronger.

"You think I can't control my own feelings for my bike?" he challenged them. "That just because I let Cocksucker service me doesn't mean I don't care about what happens on the track? You're wrong."

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Onyx came, his release blasting down Cocksucker's throat. The other bikers watched as he let out a satisfied groan, his body tensing with pleasure. For a moment, it seemed as if he might have won their respect back; then Mudlick piped up from where he was still cleaning Onyx's boots, voice trembling.

"B-but sir," the novice stammered, "what about... what you said earlier?" His eyes flickered nervously between Onyx and the gap on the floor. "Are we..."

The moment of unity was shattered. The other bikers exchanged glances, their tension tangible. But it was Mudlick who had spoken out of turn; his fate would be determined by Onyx's whim alone. And as he looked

The suggestion left Onyx momentarily stunned. It was an unprecedented act of self-sacrifice, a show of loyalty and devotion to the biker code unlike anything he'd ever seen. The other bikers exchanged glances once more, their expressions ranging from disbelief to grudging respect. Even Cocksucker seemed taken aback, his eyes widening as he met Onyx's gaze.

Onyx's thoughts raced. On one hand, accepting Mudlick's offer would cement his place as the undisputed leader of their pack. It would demonstrate his dominance and show that none of them could match his willingness to go above and beyond for their cause. But on the other hand... it was Mudlick.

The novice's foolhardy actions had led to this moment, had threatened Onyx's position and put the entire group in jeopardy. To accept him now would be seen as weakness by some; an act of mercy that could eventually backfire if it emboldened others to challenge his authority.

The other bikers held their breath, waiting for Onyx's response. They had never seen the fearless leader so hesitant, so unsure. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady and commanding despite the inner turmoil. "Cocksucker," he said, nodding toward the novice, "take care of that."

As Cocksucker moved to comply, Onyx turned back to Mudlick with a steely gaze. "I accept your offer," he said quietly, "but remember this: it was foolishness like yours that put us in this position. You will not be rewarded for your mistakes; you will simply serve as an example of what happens when

when one does not show proper respect to their leader." He looked the novice in the eye, his expression unforgiving. "Your place will be as my personal whipping boy, and you will earn back any trust I may have once placed in you. Do not think for a moment that this is anything less than a second chance, Mudlick; it is simply an opportunity for you to prove yourself worthy of serving beneath me."

With that, Onyx turned his attention back to the group, his presence regaining its customary dominance. He looked each of them in the eye, daring any of them to challenge him again. They knew better; they had seen what happened to those who failed to respect their leader's authority.

As Mudlick knelt on the ground, carefully positioning himself across the gap in the floor, his back arched and ready for whatever punishment Onyx would mete out, he understood that there was no escape from this life. Even death held little appeal; it meant abandoning the pack, leaving them vulnerable to those who wished harm upon them. So Mudlick would endure, he would suffer, and he would fight to earn back whatever scraps of respect or affection Onyx might deign to toss his way. For as long as he lived, he belonged to Onyx; nothing else mattered.

"Not just my motorcycle," Onyx said with a grin, revving the engine of his massive bike for emphasis. "I'll have every biker in this pack ride over you. You will feel the weight of our dominance crushing your pathetic life until there's nothing left but dirt and metal beneath our wheels."

The other riders nodded in agreement, their gazes hardening as they looked down at Mudlick. This was no mere game to them; it was a matter of honor, of protecting what they held dear. And Mudlick, through his foolishness and disrespect, had endangered not only himself but the entire pack.

As Onyx eased the bike forward, he leaned down slightly, his face mere inches from Mudlick's quivering form. "You'll thank me for this someday," he whispered menacingly. "When you understand what it means to truly belong to someone, when your existence is nothing but an offering of servitude and adoration."

With that, Onyx kicked down the stand and roared off, his massive tires spinning up a cloud of dirt as he powered toward the center of the warehouse. The other bikers followed in his wake, revving their engines and bearing down on Mudlick with deadly intent. Screams tore from the novice's throat as they drew closer, his body shaking uncontrollably beneath the weight of their approach.

And then, with a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building, the first set of wheels made contact. The impact sent a shockwave through Mudlick's body, and his world exploded in a hail of pain and dirt as the bik

With each passing tire that crushed his body beneath its weight, Mudlick's cries of anguish mingled with the roar of engines and the squeal of brakes. Beneath the thrumming vibration of leather and steel, he felt himself being ground down into the dirt, reduced to nothing more than a pathetic reminder of his own failure. As each rider passed over him, their boots kicked at his helpless form, their laughter filling the air with mockery.

The pack had spoken, and its verdict was clear: Mudlick no longer belonged. His existence was forfeit, a sacrifice to uphold the honor and dominance of those who ruled over him. As Onyx circled back around to take another run at the crumpled heap that had once been Mudlick, he smiled grimly. In time, this would all be forgotten; life would go on for the pack as it always had. But for now, they were united in their punishment of a foolish soul who had dared to question their authority. And as Onyx gunned his engine once more, he knew that when this was over, there would only be dirt and metal where Mudlick had once stood. A fitting end, indeed, for someone who had never truly belonged.

The mere mention of Cocksucker and cock-sucking seemed to sober Onyx up instantly. He frowned at the user and drew himself up to his full height, a disapproving look on his face. "Cocksucker," he said sternly, gesturing toward Mudlick's prostrate form, "is learning his lesson the hard way. If you wish to avoid such a fate, then do not let it happen again."

He paused for a moment, considering the unspoken question hanging in the air. "Cocksucker can teach you how to suck cock properly," he allowed grudgingly, "but only after he has earned back my trust and proven his worth as one of my most loyal followers." Onyx gave Cocksucker a meaningful look, and the other biker seemed to shrink under his gaze. "Understand?"

Mudlick's broken body shivered in the dirt as he managed a weak nod, tears streaming down his face. The rest of the pack looked on solemnly, their expressions unreadable. Onyx knew that Cocksucker would not forget this humiliation; he would work tirelessly to regain his leader's favor and redeem himself in their eyes. As for Mudlick... well, he was no longer part of the pack. His fate was sealed, his usefulness exhausted. Onyx turned away, dismissing the pathetic figure with a wave of his hand. There were more important things to worry about than one foolish novice who had failed to understand the gravity of his actions.